Cult of the Cloth Lyrics

Holy cloth, sacred cloth
Bow down before useless sanctity
Holy shroud, useless shroud
Not a fucking gate to eternity

Stupid cult, sacred cult
Bow down before a torn sheet
Holy frand, a blatant lie
Deamon of deceit

There was no son
There was no father
There was no death to us
Fucked up truth to the others

Holy relic, sacred relic
Lambs still fall on their knees
Empty eyes full of madness
Fools won't shake off the sleaze

Daemon of deceit. I turn you into a blindman
Daemon of deceit. I transform you into a madman

Adore the cloth. Obey the commandments
Die in poverty and sadness